Mikhalych
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I'll throw a bag over like a tarpaulin
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Tired on the shoulders
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Walk on wet sidewalks
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Rapchik dotalovo
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Everything is old here
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Tired of being left right
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Extreme in the line of light
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Tomorrow we did not become
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Hey tell me who angered the sky for no reason
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And who are their windy heads
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Wears for protom
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While I'm slowly down the street
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Stomping to the side
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In a rented room somewhere
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In the very outskirts of the city
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There is a common sense here
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You are unlikely to be paid for a simple
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Don't build illusions
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Sources are beating inside us
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With a taste of dishes
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We fall and rise like the exchange rate
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I'll go through places of my short-term rainfall
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The weather forecast is straight to the top ten, wet rags
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Through dirty puddles in new slippers, spruce spots brought
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They said. |
They said tomorrow everything will become clear
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Chorus:
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One day the sky will call to itself
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And we will have to answer for everything
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I would like to walk on damp earth today
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I know tomorrow everything will become clear
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FIR
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I know the best time
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Get lost in yourself
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Become the same gray
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Merge with gray faces
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Drops on the windowsill will inspire autumn
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Somewhere in a small room
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Again I think to quit everything
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Like one in the whole universe per square meter
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The day will come, but there is no one
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Tell about it
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Wet to the skin under a cloud of music drops
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I remember how I loved and how I beat everything on cold tiles
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Let me lose everything, not a great loss
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What I will extinguish in my soul
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Save on body
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What is truly close
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Know not to take away anyone
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And the fact that I'm close to the truth
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Understood going to the bottom
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Tomorrow another autumn will fill us with sadness
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The only thing that matters here is that tomorrow
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Fuck the rest
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All this life seems to be connected by inconsistencies
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I heard somewhere everything will pass soon and it will become clear
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Chorus:
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One day the sky will call to itself
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And we will have to answer for everything
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I would like to walk on damp earth today
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I know tomorrow everything will become clear
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Marty
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Ate I go to the kitchen in the morning with a stone behind my shoulders
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The sun despaired of shining and I put the kettle on
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The sky promises nothing but sad
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Drops on the glass can be seen from the summer this day misses
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The whole world hung as if independently of us
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I'm just a number that doesn't affect the balance
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I am like a ballast that this planet will throw off at once
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Strange thoughts maybe tomorrow I'll wake up with others
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The wind will spin the fallen leaves
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Eerily in our slow sad dance
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Thoughts with them in one beat merged
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Or at least tried to say so
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All that I wanted to put in a notebook crop circles
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The soul wants to give up, do not let
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Today I got into it, maybe it’s pretty dirty, but
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They said tomorrow everything will be clear
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Chorus:
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One day the sky will call to itself
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And we will have to answer for everything
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I would like to walk on damp earth today
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I know tomorrow everything will become clear |